Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
Far down; a glimmer of light
from inside the earth;
a wonder to our young eyes.
We lowered the bucket
through the ferns and darkness
to collect magic
and drew it up, heavy with mystery.
Pristine, icy; we drank
and believed it to be purity.
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